Beauty & Her Billionaire Boss

Beauty & Her Billionaire Boss
Barbara Wallace

The boss who saw her beauty…Paris might be the city of love, but it makes trainee chef Piper Rush feel lonely! It's only the tentative bond she forges with her boss, brooding billionaire Frederic Lafontaine, that gives her the sense of belonging she's always craved…Gradually losing his sight, Frederic keeps everyone at arm's length. But as Piper brings laughter and light back into his heart, she also opens his eyes to what life could be like…together. Can Piper convince Frederic that she is the missing ingredient to his happily-ever-after?

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From pennies to pearls, the Rush sisters are swept off their feet by their handsome bosses!

Sisters Patience and Piper Rush might not have had much growing up but they always had each other, through good times and bad. Now, oceans apart, can they find comfort, safety and acceptance in the arms of their drop-dead-gorgeous bosses?

In June 2015 …

Patience finds herself falling for the

man of her dreams in

A Millionaire for Cinderella

And

In September 2015.

Piper’s heart is captured by her brooding

Parisian boss in

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Cherish™!

Beauty & Her Billionaire Boss

Barbara Wallace

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

BARBARA WALLACE can’t remember when she wasn’t dreaming up love stories in her head, so writing romances for Mills & Boon

Cherish™ is a dream come true. Happily married to her own Prince Charming, she lives in New England with a house full of empty-nest animals. Occasionally her son comes home, as well.

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To Pete—Your patience and support are a gift for which I can never say thank you enough.

And to M.G.—for giving someone that dose of common sense when we most needed it.

Contents

Cover (#ud75095c7-543b-5160-868d-1c69e7dcb77a)

In Love with the Boss (#ulink_64fcb2e5-e051-54f3-8407-e8874f12c9e9)

Title Page (#u18d38d13-fb3b-5244-ab1e-7e6026792af2)

About the Author (#u4345046c-956e-585d-9a21-c35622af3bec)

Dedication (#uc4fdfda4-c5d0-5da1-ae52-50853da3dd6c)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_abd2c7b7-6710-5ddd-9b39-5663e713685b)

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_45bed053-d2b7-54a7-a0e6-b32f10b56b5b)

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_9716996d-9aec-5ed3-b7be-8679229990e0)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_c61bd4d7-372d-514f-9ddd-9c9c5dd0dcca)

THERE SHOULD BE a law against a man looking so good in a tuxedo. Staring at the man asleep in the chair, Piper felt an appreciative shiver. Monsieur Frederic Lafontaine had shed his jacket and untied his tie, yet he still looked like a million dollars, what with the way his shirt pulled taut across his linebacker-sized shoulders. She had to start using his dry cleaner. The guy must have been sprawled here for hours, and yet his clothes didn’t have a single wrinkle. Piper’s uniform wouldn’t last five minutes. In fact—she ran a hand down the front of her black skirt—it hadn’t.

Then again, she didn’t have cheekbones that could cut glass or thick brown hair that begged to be touched, either. Maybe perfection came in bundles.

Taking a deep breath, she touched his shoulder and tried not to think about the broad muscles beneath her fingers. Eight months of working for the man, and she still hadn’t shaken her attraction. “Monsieur? You need to wake up. It’s after seven o’clock.”

When he didn’t respond, she shook his shoulder again, this time a little more aggressively. The motion did the trick. Slowly, his eyes opened, and he blinked unseeingly. “You fell asleep in the chair,” she told him.

“Oh.” His voice was thick with sleep, making it deeper and rougher than usual. “What—what time is it?”

“Seven fifteen.”

“What?” He bolted to his feet, arms akimbo, his right hand connecting with the cup of coffee Piper set on the end table only seconds before. The cup took flight, sending coffee over everything.

“Dammit!” he hollered as the hot liquid splashed his shirt. He immediately started pulling at the cloth, lifting it from his skin. “How many times have I told you, you must tell me when you put something within reach? You know I can’t see anything put to the side.”